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I love to go to the local department store and get a hold of one of the sales ladies (the dumbest looking one) for some much needed help in buying a Brassiere. I act embarrassed and awkward with little knowledge of the matter. “What size?” she asks. “I'm not sure, but I do know she's very large, even big.” “Is she bigger or smaller than me?” “What size are you?” Then, I'll stare at her breasts … a lot. I pretend to reach and touch her breast, but never do. I get excited playing this little game. I'll spend so much time ogling her breasts and asking other women about their brassieres. Boy ... is this ever fun, and the fetish can go on for anything else in the lingerie field. Use your imagination. -Kyle, 18